7.25 Relationship - Fifteen Years

Bestest Friend and I are doing a blog project. Each day we write a blog post on a pre-determined theme chosen by a random noun generator. The theme for the twenty-fifth day of the month is "Relationship."

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When we first started dating, Dr. BB had one lone grey chest hair. We used to joke about it. And then suddenly there were three grey hairs. And now? Now most of them are grey. I used to have a normal neck, but now it's all sagging and wrinkled. 

Last week, we were preparing a recipe with lots of steps. It's a recipe we've made dozens of times and we have it down to a science exactly who does what and when. We do this almost entirely in silence. The communication is me dumping the stir-fried veggies into the blender and him knowing to heat up the grill and turn off the oven. The choreography of our routine is flawless.  

Not to brag, but we have grocery shopping down to a science. The list organized by section, the knowledge of who takes the cart down what aisle (I take it down the egg aisle, while he navigates the cheese aisle without it), the speediness of him scanning items while I bag them. We are the winners of the imaginary game of Supermarket Sweep we are playing.

Yesterday was our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Fifteen years. 

In some ways, it doesn't feel like fifteen years. That's more than a third of my life, but it still seems like I learn something new about my husband every day. But in other ways, it does feel like we have a relationship shorthand that comes from being together for a long time. The wordless looks. The silent understanding of who is going to do what chore. The quiet contentment of knowing exactly what the other will order at a coffee shop. The glare that happens when someone skips a song on the playlist curated by the other. 

I love my husband. I love being married. Here's to the rest of our lives together.